It was a rocky start, but I'm in San Francisco. I flew out of Dallas this morning, with every intention of flying into Dallas from Austin last night, but just my luck, Dallas had freak ice storms yesterday and all flights were cancelled. So I hopped in my car around 7 and headed north.
It didn't manage to fuck up until I was about 20 minutes outside Dallas, where it decided to overheat. Nothing actually happened, but I noticed the temperature gauge suddenly quickly climbing. So I pulled over, let it cool for about 20 minutes (which wasn't hard, since it was about 30 degrees, with hurricane force winds), then bought some coolant and filled it up.
Except for my dumb ass, which, despite driving to Dallas at least 187 times, somehow took a wrong turn/exit/highway something or other, and ended up in some place called Fort Worth.
By the time I realized where I was, I was about an hour past Mandy & Victor's house, so I had to turn around, and a round trip that should have taken no more than 3 hours, ended up taking almost 5. So I arrived around midnight, in time to guzzle some whiskey, get raped by their dog, and then go to bed.
But everything went as planned this morning, and I am now sitting comfortably in Clay's 3rd floor apartment in the Lower Haight, which I just roamed around a bit. I'm exhausted, though, and think I might take a nap. I know that's lame, but I finally ate (at a little sandwich shop called Love & Haight....), and now I just feel worn out. I think I'll just wait for him to get off work and then we can go out.
But SF is beautiful, and I'm excited to see more of it. My interview is in the morning. I'll keep you posted!